CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Day three in this charming dilapidated facility was in the books and yet clarity continued to evade Kellington. Govender had cleverly cut his legs out from underneath him. While he had been able to sleep and shower alongside the general population, he was also isolated from them during a bulk of the days—meaning no meals nor activities. How was he ever going to devise a prison break without other people involved to offer him cover? He had made the mistake of underestimating the warden’s intelligence.
Getting sleep in this place was a difficult task for more reasons than he cared to count. From the moment he had arrived in this cell, he pegged his mates as a disagreeable bunch. While no one had attempted to provoke him thus far, only a fool would have turned their cheek
